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So this is how cunts that never shag fuckin well live. A life oy impotence, resentment, anger and frustration; nae fuckin exuberance in life, forced tae become an Internet troll or a miserable drunk in a boozer.
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Th blu nyt
th stRs u can't c
th hum tht nevr gOs awy
...Heinous Fuckery, most foul!
Ah remember walkin along Princes Street wi Spud, we both hate walkin along that hideous street, deadened by tourists and shoppers, the twin curse ay modern capitalism.
the one Word that rips apart the day...
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.
Sarcasim is the lowest form of humor.
I had hoped, as a broadcaster, to be merely ludicrous, but this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate. So many people wanted to believe me! Say
The word 'bollocks' is one of the most beautiful and flexible in the English language. It can be used to express emotional states ranging from ecstatic surprise to weary resignation in the face of inevitable disaster. And
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I was just finishing up my drink then I was off to get the night bus.' Carol grinned. 'Your sophistication never ceases to amaze me. What's wrong with a taxi?' 'You get a better class of nutter on the night bus. I blend in perfectly
As humourless a lump of dough as ever held a torchlight vigil outside the South African Embassy or stuck an AIDS awareness ribbon on an unwilling first-nighter.
So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
It's the worst yet. I'm in TEFL City.'
'TEFL City' because we called those times 'TEFL-pondering mornings', when your only option felt like emigration and teaching.
Weak he was, how pathetic! - allowed himself to be warmed by this comment,
To convey one's mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
Cunt doesn't mean beautiful girl?
It's all very well to say you are waiting; so am I waiting.' 'Father's a cowardy custard.' 'So are you a cowardy custard.' 'I'm not frightened.' 'Neither am I frightened.' 'Well, then, take it.' 'Well, then, you take it.
The truest poetry is the most feigning.
His brow was sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought and his air that of a man who, if he had said 'Hullo, girls', would have said it like someone in a Russian drama announcing that Grandpapa had hanged himself in the barn.
A woman gets into a taxi in Boston's Logan airport and asks the driver, 'Can you take me somplace where I can get scrod?' He says, 'Gee, that's the first time I've heard it in the pluperfect subjunctive.
In this respect you, unworthy companion of my sad life, resemble the public, to whom one must never present the delicate scents that only exasperate them, but instead give them only dung, chosen with care.
[...] one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre
People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
Wi' basket oft shoo walks abroad To some poor lonely elf; To ivery one shoo knaws t' reight way At's poorer nor(2) herself. Shoo niverr speyks o' what shoo gives, Kind, gentle-hearted sowl; I' charity her hands find wark, Shoo's good alike to all.
Want to talk about Shakespeare's sonnets?" asked Orphu of Io.
Are you shitting me?" The moravecs loved the ancient human colloquial phrases, the more scatological the better.
Yes," said Orphu. "I am most definitely shitting you, my friend.
You're hideous, you know that, right?
Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck
If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others, miss the thrill of their own essence and drift through life without identity, like a human fog, feeling sorry for everyone.
Life do your worst; we are plump of knee and mild of eye, we are douce, glib and blithe; we inherit the semi, while others inherit the wind.
I'm not the best of you, but I'm not the worst either.Worst-- Cat Stevens
I kept making you cry... didn't I?
- Hatori Sohma
No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
You had the best of me and what have I got?-- Stephen King
Sohlberg looked as if he had just swallowed a spoonful of lutefisk.
The best thing about hopeless is if you 're-arrange the letters, it spells pea slosh
I saw this train driver and said, 'I wanna go to Paris.' He said, 'Eurostar?' I said, 'Well I've been on telly but I'm no Dean Martin.' Mind you, at least the Eurostar's comfy. It's murder on the Orient Express isn't it?
A word in season is most precious.
Worst is man who abandons himself
It was all I could do to stop my cunt from coming round to see you without me.'
'Who's Mike Hunt?
Speak to me as to thy thinking
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words ...
Fluke me, Murdstone.
I confess I found it somewhat insipid when I last went ... it was all so prosy - so bonnety - so whisty and teacuppy - you see, the adjectives for it do not even exist, and I must invent them.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
I haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters.
So she's wipin spunk offay her face, gaun aw fuckin panicky, Whae wis that, wis that ma dad?
Fuckin durty pervert sneakin up oan cunts like that, ah goes.
So she goes aw that fuckin ice-cauld, frigid, huffey wey, but fuck her, ye need a wee bit ay fuckin romance at Christmas.
Look, you do the bloody well best you can. You fumble. You make mistakes.
As a man is, so is his God; therefore God was so often an object of mockery.
[Ger., Wie einer ist, so ist sein Gott,
Darum ward Gott so oft zu Spott.]
Ben," Max said, leaning back in his chair with a giant grin. "It's finally happened."
I groaned, resting my head on my hand.
"You got your period?" Bennett asked. "Congratulations."
"No, you twat," Max said, laughing. "I'm talking about Will. He's gone arse over tits for a girl.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
You are so wonderfully bizarre.
The worst kind of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see- the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
A mate of mine told me recently, 'It's the first time I've seen you work, Worthington.' I thought that was quite funny, but he was right.
The best come from the worst
You're so lovely when you laugh. So lovely it breaks my heart, he said.
I know it's hard, Peter," she'd said. "But if you could contain your erudition and ready wit for just a little while we'd be most grateful." "Am I allowed to be cheeky?" I'd asked. "No you're fucking not," said Seawoll. "I'm
The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.
Ayame: This concludes my wonderful story.
Kyo Sohma: You mean stupid!
On our way home we were waiting for the bus when a very fat, pompous-looking woman reeled out of a pub shouting, Melancholia? Ad nauseam.
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Sameron adion aso
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy of werkes, Went wide in this world wondres to here.
Do your worst, Mr Ward.
She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,
that in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to see
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
Alan McCluskey
Despair is an ugly thing when it refuses hope.
Lewis: "You looked beautiful tonight. In fact, you get more beautiful every time I see you."
Nicky: "I, but I was just wearing-"
Lewis: "Say thanks."
Nicky: "Okay, thanks, and you looked... muddy.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
You and what army of snaggled toothed wine sots?
Gareth Jellyman of Mansfield Town has been sent off, hope he doesn't throw a wobbly!
The smell that came out of the lorry was disgusting. Sour and rotten. 'Jesus, who's died? he said. 'About four-fifth's of the population of the world' said Justin.
'Very funny
it warn't no time to be sentimentering.
Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!
Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore.
I pulled open my window and leaned out. "Are you daft?" I whispered loudly.
He bowed extravagantly, deeply, his dark tousled hair falling over his brow. "Such poetry, my lady.
He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl.
'How do I look?'
'Like the ugliest shanky girl I've ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.'
'Thanks.
I'm just the last English twit, really.
Dearest Virgin - um, Dearest Most-Definitely-Not-a-Virgin Lassiter,
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
Scuse me, 'scuse me," said a voice from beside him. He looked down this time at a dirty, half-scorched cat, who grinned at him. "Did that cat just speak?" asked the mayor. Maurice looked around. "Which one?" he said. "You! Did you just talk?" "Would you feel better if I said no?" said Maurice.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Nothing is so fatiguing as the life of a wit ...
Daft as a brush? I'm daft, but I'm not daft as a brush!
For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.
Shame is Prides cloke.
You're a solemn prig, Prendick, a silly ass! You're always fearing and fancying. We're on the edge of things. I'm bound to cut my throat tomorrow. I'm going to have a damned Bank Holiday tonight.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;
but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
Your lips are so soft when you cry.
Cruel is the strife of brothers.